FLESH Erotic Short Stories Page 11

  She tried not to show emotion. Even so, her voice quavered.

  —I think I’d like to wait.

  Her heated, red cheeks. Her flushed, pink torso. Her shaking hands. Her quaking knees. They all belied that statement.

  Even worse, she was no longer moist. She was wet.

  She allowed her eyes to wander over Kevin’s face. He was good-looking. Better than she at first had thought. Dark blond hair framed brown eyes. Bedroom eyes.

  If that wasn’t the truth, she didn’t know what was.

  * * *

  ALL OF DANIA’S RESOLVE went out the window when he called her Dani. Her knees, already weak at the sight of him, collapsed just as she made it to the sofa. She fell, like a rag doll.

  —Dani. Are you all right? What happened?

  —I’m okay. I just-

  She wrapped her arms around him and hugged.

  —I’m so glad to see you.

  He leaned back against the armrest.

  —Me, too. I thought I’d never see you again.

  He took a better look and grinned.

  —Look at you. All made up and nowhere to go. You look gorgeous. From top to bottom.

  —Thank you. You do, too.

  She slipped off her shoes, swung her feet onto the sofa and faced him. A little more of her oozed out. Thank goodness she’d worn panties. She flushed and tried to ignore it.

  She allowed his bare foot to caress her calf. It moved to the other. She let him continue. Her knees parted just a bit to let his foot slip between them.

  She still hadn't stopped smiling.

  —Here, let me.

  She took his foot from between her legs and began massaging.

  —Do you have any lotion or oil?

  She unfastened the top and spread it in her hands.

  —All right. Now give me.

  She went to work with renewed vigor. And what she hoped would happen, began. It was so subtle, she didn’t notice at first. All of a sudden, when she looked for the third or forth time, the tip of his cock became plainly visible as it lengthened down the inside of his shorts.

  Kevin’s eyes were closed. Had he gone to sleep on her?

  She inhaled sharply and stopped massaging his foot. The tip of his cock had moved to below his shorts. Her tongue protruded past her lips and she licked them. She licked her fingers, too, and moved her hand to his cock.

  The head was warm in her fingers. She gave up on the foot and began massaging it with her slippery fingers. She let out her breath and moaned. He flexed beneath her fingers and his mushroom head became more swollen.

  She bent, hovered over his cock, and sucked the head into her mouth.

  —Hey now. Did I say you could do that?

  Surprised, she let his lipstick-covered cock slip out of her mouth. Her chin smeared red as it brushed past on the way.

  Dania was confused.

  —I thought-

  —Put your shoes on.

  She pulled her skirt down and did as she was told. She tugged at her shirt and adjusted it.

  —Now stand up and take it off.

  She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. He’d be putty in her hands the minute she sat down.

  —There. Happy now?

  By the time she got her butt back on the sofa, her nipples were standing at attention in anticipation of the half-hard cock she found staring right at her.

  —You’re leaking.

  She reached for it. He slapped her hand away and rubbed a finger past the tip of his cock.

  —You want?

  —Yes, please.

  She hungrily lapped at his finger. She sucked it into her mouth.

  —Mmm. I’d forgotten how good you taste.

  She went at his finger, treating it like the cock she so badly wanted in her mouth. His cock was fully hard now. She slid closer to the edge of the sofa in preparation for sucking him into her mouth.

  She began to straighten up. She’d have to sit up to get at the head of his cock standing up against his belly.

  —You’re so hard. Your cock is straight up. Look.

  She reached for it. She wanted to tug it down closer to her open mouth. Again, he slapped at her hand. Her mouth opened wider in anticipation as she kept moving her lips towards it.

  Oh god. Her lips were against the tip. Her tongue flicked out, tasted, and flicked again. She swallowed.

  He slapped her face. It was only a light slap. It didn’t hurt in the slightest.

  —No. Not yet. I’ll tell you when.

  His balls were in her face. If she could just get her breasts up a bit, she’d be able to rub her nipples into him just as she had last time.

  —Please?

  She reached with a hand to throw him off from her true intent. At the last second, she tried to press herself against him.

  —Not so fast. I told you. I’ll tell you when.

  She gave up and leaned back. She arched her back and let her breasts stick out. Her nipples were so goddamned hard she thought she’d come if she touched one herself.

  She went to reach, just in case it would work. He grabbed her hand.

  —What did I just say?

  His cock was rock hard. She could tell. His balls in their bag were up tight against the base of his shaft. The huge vein above them pulsed like a metronome. She thought of all the times she’d felt it when he was coming in her.

  Then she remembered.

  She kept her gaze on the swollen, thick shaft. It was driving her crazy. So close, yet so far away. She wanted it. Bad. So bad. So goddamned bad.

  —Do you want to come on me?

  That did it. His cock thickened at the words. The mushroom head expanded before her eyes. A drop of precome glistened and forced its way out to mark its trail over the head.

  —You do, don’t you? Hmm? You can tell me. I wanted you to do it before, remember?

  —Yes, I do. And you managed to fool me, didn’t you?

  —Maybe.

  —No maybe about it. You did.

  —Then come on me now.

  She reached for his thigh. He let her rub up and down. Her fingers brushed against his balls and felt the heat. She pulled her hand away.

  —They’re hot. I can feel them. You’re close. I know it. I remember.

  She did, too. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, forcing wet to move into her panties. Then it occurred to her.

  —Have you come since we were together?

  He shook his head.

  —Then we’re even. Neither have I.

  —I don’t believe you.

  She shook her head. Her eyes never left his thick, hard, wet mushroom head.

  —It’s true.

  She licked her lips.

  —And I can remember the very first three times I let you slip that thing into me. It felt amazing. The entire two days were amazing. You’re a wonderful lover.

  —What about the next three?

  —I have no idea. All I remember after those first three is that we went fuck crazy. Well, at least, I did.

  She stood up, slipped out of her skirt, and sat back down. The wet had soaked through the entire crotch of her panties, front and back.

  —Look. See what your teasing is doing to me?

  He let both of her hands stroke up and down his thighs. She managed to brush the back of her hand against his balls. The heat coming off of them was tremendous.

  —I’ve never felt balls so warm. I don’t think you were that hot last time, were you?

  She brought the hand to her face.

  —I like the scent of you.

  Precome ran out of his cock the whole time. There was so much, it was leaking down the shaft. She knew he was close. So was she. If she could only-

  She crossed and uncrossed her legs. She brought her thigh up to rub at herself beneath her panties, put it back down, and did it again. Just a bit more, she knew.

  She tried doing it again. He bent, grabbed her ankles, and separated her legs. She gasped. She’d almost managed to
get herself off.

  —Not so fast, girl. I’m not done yet.

  —You’re close. Look at you. You’ve got so much precome running out of you it’s almost like you’re coming. Get it over with and come on me.

  She was ready. She was ready for anything. She’d be on her back in an instant if she needed to be. The only thing in the way was her panties.

  —Shall I take them off?

  She closed her thighs and twisted. The motion brought her closer until he tugged her apart. She discovered that if she rolled her hips just so, the friction from her panties rubbed her clit.

  That only lasted until he dropped her ankles, tore at her panties, and pulled them roughly past her shoes. As soon as he got them off of her, she splayed her legs, exposing every inch of her swollen lips, dark bush, and soaking wet thighs.

  —Give it to me. I’m ready. Come on.

  His hand moved to his shaft. He gripped and began stroking. Her own hand covered her opening. She took it away wet, showed him, and began stroking and circling in unison.

  —See? I’m using the same rhythm you are.

  —Stop it, or I will.

  He slapped her again, lightly, teasing, across the face.

  She stopped, quickly soaked her other hand, and rubbed both of her breasts.

  * * *

  BEFORE SHE KNEW it, Dania began to moan. She halted in the midst of pinching her nipples. Something told her that if she came, Kevin wouldn’t be happy.

  —So you are paying attention. Good.

  Involuntarily, her thighs started twitching in rhythm with the movement of his hand up and down the thick length of his cock. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

  Even her breathing had attuned itself to the hand gripping his cock.

  Precome streamed and mixed with his fingers only to disappear as it was rubbed into his shaft. She wanted it. She licked her lips in an attempt to remember how he had tasted the very first time. She couldn’t. She was too invested in the moment to remember.

  His precome was no match for her wet juices streaming onto the sofa. She shifted and it began to leak out of her, thicker and in huge amounts. Each time her thighs moved, more of her leaked.

  She didn’t know what to do any more. She couldn’t touch herself. She was too close to coming. In fact, she was just on the edge, teetering back and forth. How she didn’t, she had absolutely no idea. She wondered what would happen if she did.

  Kevin released his cock. It continued to pulse as though his hand was still on it. Now the precome streamed down to his balls. She knew it was still precome because it was clear.

  It was completely unlike her own juices. She’d chanced a look between her legs. She was leaking a thick, milky-colored wet. It streamed out of her and collected beneath her hips as it soaked into the cushion.

  When it happened, it caught Dania completely off guard.

  Kevin had stopped jerking off. His cock had continued to twitch. In the seconds that she had looked down between her thighs, come shot out of his shaft with such force onto her hard nipple that she felt it hit.

  —Oh. What happened? Are you-

  Involuntarily, her thighs closed. Somehow, she thought he was going to keep coming on her. She wanted to trap it when it slipped down her stomach.

  —Yes. Give it to me I knew you couldn’t wait. Come on me. Cover me. I want it more than you do. I need it. I have to have it. Give. Give it up. Come on. Now now.

  By the time the shot of come hit, he had gripped the base of his shaft and squeezed it off. Nothing more issued forth.

  —Damn you. Stop playing with your cock and come. You know I want it. You know you’re going to give it to me. God damn you. Come on me. You haven’t come for a week. You have plenty to spare.

  —As do you by the look of it.

  He began stroking his cock again. Slowly.

  Dania licked her lips in rhythm. Her mouth opened and closed in anticipation of what she knew was so close.

  —You can’t stop, can you? Good. I knew you’d end up coming on me sooner or later.

  He stopped. She groaned.

  —Don’t stop. I need it. Give it up to me. Oh god. I need it so bad.

  —Would you like to touch it?

  —Yes. Yes. Please. Let me. Can I? Please?

  She reached, expecting him to slap her hand away again. He didn’t. Her hand closed on the shaft and she started to stroke. With her other hand, she went to reach for his balls.

  —One or the other. Not both.

  —Aww. Come on. Let me. I need it.

  She stopped stroking and removed her hand from the shaft filling her hand. She cupped his balls with the other.

  —That’s better. Now what’s it going to be? One, or the other? Which one?

  She stopped cupping and went for his shaft again.

  —Make up your mind.

  She hesitated just long enough that he changed his.

  —That’s it. Time’s up.

  —God damn you to hell. Are you going to come on me or cock tease me to death?

  Her breathing had become labored. She’d bit her lips numerous times. Her fingers began to drum on her thighs. When the sensation transferred to her middle, she stopped.

  —I’m close, Kevin. I’m on the edge. I can hardly breathe. I know if I come you’ll stop. Please let me come. Don’t stop. Come with me, okay? It’s okay. I don’t mind. Just come. Please?

  The bastard wouldn’t give in. He went back to stroking his cock. She knew if she did anything, she’d come fast. What would happen when she did, she had no idea. Never in her life had she been so on edge sexually.

  Already she knew that when she did finally orgasm, she’d wet herself like she never had, ever. Not even with Kevin when they had spent the two days together fucking.

  —Ohh. Kevin. Damn you. You’re going to make a mess of me, aren’t you? You aren’t going to be happy until you do. I know it now. Please come. No one will know except us. It doesn’t matter.

  She moaned again. This time, she didn’t stop. She was so excited, so enthralled by his constant stroking, his teasing, by the shot of come that had shot onto her nipple. She was on the edge.

  —I’m so close, baby. Please?

  She squirted. She couldn’t stop. Her entire body twitched. Her thighs let go as her squirt shot onto Kevin’s hands still busy with his cock. He squeezed himself off and let her finish.

  —Oh god. I can’t. Please. No more. Stop. Please. No no no more more. I have to I have to touch it. Please let me. Let me. Oh god. Oh god. Look at me. I’m such a mess. Help. Don’t. Stop. Please?

  He went back to stroking.

  She went back to watching and breathing and moving and fidgeting and twitching, all from the aftereffects of her orgasm.

  —I can’t take any more. I can’t. You have to come. Come for me. Come on me. Jerk off on me. I want you to. I need it. Come, baby, jerk off on me. Please?

  Her voice was strained. She was almost hoarse with lust. All she could do was watch as he stroked and stroked and stroked.

  —Give it up to me. Come on. You know I want it. I just came all over you. You can do the same for me. Please. Do it. Come. I’m begging. I won’t come again. I promise. Not until you tell me I can. I promise. I promise I will. Let me suck. Let me suck.

  She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again.

  —See? I’m ready for you. I’m all ready for you to come on me. Now do it. Please. Oh god. I need I need-

  He stopped stroking.

  —No. No. No. Don’t. You come. You come on me. Oh god. Please come on me. I can’t I can’t I have to I’m so close again. Kevin. Can you hear me? I’m going to come again Ohhhhhhhhhh god.

  Dania sprayed again, much stronger this time. She collapsed against eh back of the sofa and straighted as her body continued to quake.

  —Touch me. Let me touch you. Please. I need your cock. Please? Oh god. Oh god. Now now now. Are we good? Are we good? We are. We are. Come. You can come. You’re good for me I�
�ve never come I’ve never come like this. Never never never. Please.

  All the while, her eyes remained riveted to his cock. No way did she want to miss it when he started to come.

  * * *

  DANIA CHOKED BACK her sobs. She couldn’t help it. She was so turned on, so horny, so hot for what Kevin was doing with his cock, she could hardly keep it together. She knew she’d go crazy for him the minute he released.

  —You know what you’re doing to me. I can’t help it. I’m begging you. I need it. Give it to me. Please. I’m trying to reason with you. I’m crazy for it. You’re making me crazy. Please?

  The steady, rhythmic stroking he was giving his own cock began to take its toll. Dania finally realized it when she tore her eyes away from his hand and looked at his balls.

  They were tight up, snug against the base of his shaft.

  She knew now. He was on the edge as well. He was going to come like a flooded river. She briefly looked between her own legs and grinned at the mess she was leaving.

  He’d be leaving one too, and it wasn’t far off now.

  —Can I come with you, baby? Can I come too when you do? Will you let me? When you start, can I cup your balls? You know how much I liked to do that the last time we fucked. Are you going to fuck me too or are you just going to come on me? Hmm?

  She shifted her position on the sofa and raised her legs. Her stockings were a mess stuck to her thighs with her own thick, juicy wet. It continued to run out of her non-stop with every movement.

  She spread her legs to prepare. If he was going to come, she knew he’d lose control. She’d watch him do it ten days ago. He went crazy when he came, too. They were a perfect match for each other.

  She grabbed her ankles, pulled them back, and offered up to him her wet middle.

  —Look at me, baby. I’m ready. Any time you want. I’ll be ready. Any time. Now. Later. A week. A month. I’m hot for it. For you. For cock. For come. Whatever you want to do to me. Do it. Do it.

  She didn’t let up. She couldn’t. He had driven her crazy for cock. He knew it, too.